If the Zen Master Cannot Understand Mahayana Buddhism

Three Reincarnator teams, three demon kings. The team led by Baimingsheng had turned on Huangban Squad and wiped them out, then joined forces with the Yellow Wind Monster to collect enough points and return to Reincarnation Space.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn

didn't count.

That left only the Desolate Whisper team, Manjushri, Guanyin, Muzha, and an army of demons whose strongest members had reached no further than the Human Immortal stage.

Lu Mingfei picked up the black trench coat Baimingsheng had left on the ground and confirmed that it couldn't summon tentacled monsters from another world.

It seemed to be some kind of spatial equipment, but all it held were bullets.

"Alchemy Bullets?"

They were products of Dragon Raja Alchemy.

Lu Mingfei stared at the spot where Baimingsheng had vanished. That face suddenly seemed familiar, as though he had seen it in a dream...

Fine beads of sweat emerged from the pores of his forehead as a possibility surfaced in his mind.

"Back from Hell, are we?" Su Lin pursed his lips in an imitation of a trick he had learned from Teacher Kizaru. "Mr. Ricardo has come~ back~ from~ Hell~"

Klein turned into Lu Mingfei's face, though with a few extra lines around its contours. He raised a revolver and said coldly, "I've come back from the ends of Hell, Dio!"

The Abyss was a natural phenomenon of this sort. It was passing through the distance beyond this region. Had the world been whole, it would have been like a person carrying an incomparably sturdy umbrella, staying dry despite the rain blown in by a distant storm.

Deep down, he had already begun to resonate with the music.

It seemed like a shadow formed from the tangled remains of every world's destruction and every dimension's collapse. Yet countless universes